"Are you going down to see what it is he wants now?"
"No," I said, "I am no more interested than I was before. They are experienced people,—burglars; they know what they want; I should be no help to him. I think he is after ceramics and bric-à-brac and such things. If he knows the house he knows that that is all that he can find on the dining-room floor."
She said, with a strong interest perceptible in her tone, "Suppose he comes up here!"
I said, "It is all right. He will give us notice."
"What shall we do then then?"
"Climb out of the window."
She said, a little restively, "Well, what is the use of a burglar-alarm for us?"
"You have seen, dear heart, that it has been useful up to the present moment, and I have explained to you how it will be continuously useful after he gets up here."
That was the end of it. He didn't ring any more alarms. Presently I said,
"He is disappointed, I think. He has gone off with the vegetables and the bric-à-brac, and I think he is dissatisfied."